It's been a while since I've reared my ugly head on this thing. No matter. Be Thankful. And be Thankful that I'm doing it on this holiday weekend, as it comes to an end
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Insanity. Mothers biting each other for the last doll on the shelf. Men fist-fighting over the last television. Children crying. Shoplifting alarms going off. Fucking everything.
Dude, I was actually gonna, like, say something, but all I saw was "blah blah I know big words blah blah" and then I sorta, y'know. Zoned out.
Seriously, though, mall Santas're, like, totes scary. Trick is to carry your mace in, like, one hand and then keep the Ax in the other. I mean, it also smells nasty, but not as nasty so, y'know. Total win.
... hire me. I'm crazy, but it's the open sorta crazy, so you know what you're, like, getting into. Not like when you hire someone quiet and neat and one day they just snap and, like, totally stab everyone. With the broken pieces of your pelvic bones.
On top of that, I look damngood in heels and a mini-skirt. Like, there totally isn't any other hobo off the street who's gonna be able to say that, amirite?
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FUCKING MISSED YOU
wild turkey isn't a bad idea
maybe you should get one of them seasonal affective depression whatzit lamps
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Say what, now?
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's usually for people with depression that comes out like a hammer during winter
shit's been crazy in my life
how 'bout yours
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...fucking ridiculous. Crazy is standard, here, man.
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Seriously, though, mall Santas're, like, totes scary. Trick is to carry your mace in, like, one hand and then keep the Ax in the other. I mean, it also smells nasty, but not as nasty so, y'know. Total win.
... hire me. I'm crazy, but it's the open sorta crazy, so you know what you're, like, getting into. Not like when you hire someone quiet and neat and one day they just snap and, like, totally stab everyone. With the broken pieces of your pelvic bones.
On top of that, I look damngood in heels and a mini-skirt. Like, there totally isn't any other hobo off the street who's gonna be able to say that, amirite?
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Sorry, Barbie, but I'm a fucking journalist.
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But hey, your loss, mister journalist guy.
I'm not the one who doesn't have an assistant.
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And to answer your question, people need to be able to understand what they read. I'm not using any more syllables than I need to.
How bad do you need a job? I'm running low on Wild Turkey.
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...Well. Perhaps longer. Different dates and everything.
Wait. Does this mean I'm actually 72 years old? Shit.
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